This is a song about "I just need 16 bars to kill this beat"

My bars ain't perfected so i need to practice,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My only utencial i need to kill is an unsharpenned pencil,

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

This beat, imma kill it

Get your bars up man this is just what i planned

About disaster in the world and

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Just like this beat, prepare to taste plain brutality

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Prayer ain't what i need, i kill for the green because i need the cream

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

No, i can't live like this, i need to go back, no, i can't go back!

In your opinion cause i'm dependent on others opinions

I need a sip just to calm myself from this arrested shit i plead the fifth